Award-winning 'The Brain Finds A Leg' introduces us to Theo Brain, the self-styled 'World's Greatest Detective' and pitches him head-first into a darkly surreal comic tale of psychotic whales, deranged koalas and thieving surfers. When Theo discovers a leg (yes, a real leg) in a river he does what all self-respecting detectives do: he solves the mystery with the help of his trusty - but slightly dim - sidekick, Sheldon. 'TBFAL' will be enjoyed by sophisticated upper primary readers, as well as slotting comfortably into the Young Adult category.

The sequel to 'TBFAL', 'The Brain Full Of Holes', is a rip-roaring tale of Swiss cheese, parallel universes, flying cows, shrinking scientists and all things holey. AND you can find out more than you ever needed to know about particle physics. If you like the sound of 'The Brain Full of Holes' there's a section of the book below the links.  

In Australia, 'The Brain Finds A Leg' was shortlisted for the prestigious New South Wales Premier's Literary Award 2008. In the US both 'Brain' books were selected as recommendations by The Junior Library Guild.

'The Brain' books are published in Australia by Little Hare Books and in the US by Peachtree.

To buy 'The Brain Finds A Leg' or 'The Brain Full of Holes' try some of these links:

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http://www.angusrobertson.com.au/products/detailed.asp?bookid=9781921049798&db=au

Here's a small section of 'The Brain Full of Holes' . . .

“Look!” said Helga, jogging The Brain’s elbow. “Something’s moving out there!”

She was right.

The snow on top of the shaft lifted and a hatchway was flung back. Something big was coming out of the ventilation shaft. Cautiously, slowly, a strange dark shape emerged. In the shadows it was difficult to see it clearly.

“What on earth is that?” whispered Sheldon. Next to him, The Brain adjusted the night vision function on the binoculars.

“By jove!” he muttered softly.

“Muffk pag shimcock!” The thing grunted, shuffling into a position where the moonlight fell on it.

  Helga gasped.

  Sheldon rubbed his eyes.

 It was a cuckoo clock.

An enormous, walking, shuffling, grunting, drooling, growling, cuckoo clock with a pointed, red-tiled roof, below which was a clearly recognisable clock face complete with numbers and ornate hands. Almost two o’clock. A window in the creature’s forehead opened and a bright green cuckoo poked its head out and sounded the time. Sheldon rubbed his eyes in disbelief, his brain refusing to compute the information.

This simply could not be happening. Except it was.

Next to him, The Brain came as close as he ever came to showing shock. He raised an eyebrow.

“Ferknif!” grunted the clock thing. “Mishpit!”

The cuckoo clock creature had two thick, scaly legs that were glistening with slime that left a thin slick on the snow as it walked. Beneath the clock face was what Sheldon presumed was its mouth; a gaping cavern filled with row upon row of sharp yellowish teeth that gnashed and clashed in a way that reminded Sheldon of one of those movie monsters that always seem to be roaming round empty abandoned spaceships on strange planets. The creature snorted and flicked it’s tail from side to side. It resembled the dangling weights usually found underneath cuckoo clocks.

The beast didn’t seem to have eyes, relying instead on three thin, flexible antennae that emerged from near its mouth. It shambled around the storage area grunting hungrily in a way that turned Sheldon’s bowels to water. The creature smacked its lips, dribbling large fat gobs of drool onto the snow. Which was about the time that Sheldon had the horrible understanding that it was looking for something to eat.

Next to Sheldon, Helga stiffened.

“Looks hungry,” she said softly. “I hope it’s a vegetarian.”

A rabbit lolloped past, saw the clock and stopped. After the briefest pause, the rabbit took off across the snow. A slimy tentacle flashed through the air, caught the rabbit by the hind legs and dragged it straight into the clock’s gaping mouth. With a horrible wet crunch, the clock ate the rabbit in one bite.

  “I guess that answers that question,” said Sheldon.